Lilian Garcia Harriet Potter neé Black moved to York New City a few months ago and had opened a store named [Liquid heart].

After watching her precious people die one by one while she still looked in her 20s or younger was a quirk to being the mistress of death.

She had gotten over their deaths along time ago and had soon conclealed her emotions any memory of them had died and remained locked up in her deepest prison of her head.

When she first opened her store and as the name suggested sold potions, gems, paintings and runes or charms.

At first a lot were secptiacal at most of the shop that sold potions however after one brought a healing bone potion in which all potions range from $50 and upwards he was atsonishmed at the effects granted by the potion.

[Bone regeneration $1500]

After that the store became popular although a lot asked to be workers at the shop I had to refuse as all brewing potions needed to remain a secret.

I had gained around [$100000] every month which was more than enough.

not only had I made an online store but also created a policy in which selling any potion of mine online after signing the policy will cause the potion to explode at first the shoppers who brought the products didn't think to much however once they intended to sell the potion it exploded they then realised what I had said was true and although they tried to refund the potions it backfired on them.